Chapter 952: The Martial World Is Not Just About Fighting and Killing—It

"With this plan, our profit is already at the lowest possible level—we're not making any money at all!"

"Are you saying we should take this order at a loss?" Zheng Bao argued with Li Yinan.

Since the Ju Hua Factory team arrived in Gangcheng, they had met with senior executives of Gangcheng Telecom and submitted their preliminary proposal.

But the news that followed made the Ju Hua Factory team feel uneasy.

This time, the GSM communications equipment manufacturers from old Europe have nearly

Three days passed in the blink of an eye; the annual sparring tournament was in full swing, but Fang Hui did not return after securing Mo Jinxuan’s slot.

The blonde Akagi Ritsuko sighed and shook her head: "All of them." Her reverse tracing revealed that every satellite had been controlled, and the intrusion signal originated directly from the satellites themselves.

Leaving aside other concerns, even the academic factions’ demand alone—Jingfa Palace’s inventory couldn’t meet it, let alone the other major factions and the hidden world’s forces; this supply simply wasn’t enough.

Most importantly, if he left, he knew the Protectors would follow one after another. Then what would happen to Qiyuan, this base of operations? Would it truly be handed over to Qiyuan’s people for self-governance? Without a leader, all prior efforts would be wasted.

Fang Hui rode a Nine-Cheer-Wolf-Tiger-Leopard of the Primordial Realm’s early stage, but that wasn’t the most striking thing—along the way, he encountered all manner of prominent clans.

The Ark and humanity, the Shang and the Western Zhou, the Six-Eared Macaque and the Nine-Tailed Fox, all involved planting spies, all aimed at toppling a faction, all saw divine intervention, all driven by personal motives.

Pin You thought of “eating,” then glanced at the qilin hide, wondering: Had this one already been eaten? Was he about to be eaten too?

Although he couldn’t directly help Gu Leifia ascend, there was still a faint glimmer of hope.

Suddenly! Panic-filled shouts erupted from both ahead and behind—then the entire street erupted into chaos, people scrambling and running wildly.

The assassin who slew the Morning Star, the first archangel to betray God and fall from heaven—Gabriel—summoned an army of fallen angels.

"Oh my, this fishbone is so big!" the girl happily ate while commenting on a fishbone.

"If you’re going to jump, there must be order—this time, I won’t let anyone go ahead of me," Murong Yun said solemnly.

The man, stunned by Zheng Xi’s flower-like beauty, didn’t expect her to suddenly resort to violence; before he could even straighten his waist, he was kicked back into a bent position. He let out a howl, his thick eyebrows contorting from pain.

After putting Tongbao to sleep, Li Yang searched online for information on martial arts and lightness techniques—nothing. Not a single scrap. This shocked him deeply; if someone could use it—even a simulated doll—how could there be zero information online?

Once the two explosive specialists were ready, Zhang Dajun gave the order—a low rumble echoed, the entire glacier exploded open, and the now-feeble green light streamed in as a massive bronze door slowly opened.

Lin Li stood there under the gaze of countless eyes, condensing his body into an exact replica of his original form.

Yang Lin snorted and sat back down with his men; surprisingly, Yang Jian didn’t show up—he was probably still lying in the hospital.

The giant serpent, annoyed that the dome dragons disturbed its rest, merely shifted slowly to a large exposed rock, slumped down lazily, and didn’t even bother coiling its body again.

Li Xu watched Zheng Xi’s resolute expression and wanted to chase after her, but finally held back his steps, watching her leave before he hurriedly followed her out of the palace.

This terrifying yet bizarre scene spurred the workers to labor even harder.